The CEO's Painted Skin

That afternoon she has to clean the Presidential Suite #1.

She entered the suite using her key. Once inside she closed the door behind her, she knew right away that somebody was inside the suite.

She was puzzled because Maam Reba didn"t inform her that there will be a VIP client who will check in the suite today. She was about to get out of the suite when he heard a cough behind her.

"h.e.l.lo, my love...!" John"s voice echoed inside the room.

She turned around to face him. He was wearing a white polo s.h.i.+rt and denim jeans. "John...."

He eyed her up and down. "What? No greetings for your husband?"

She just stared at the floor beneath her shoes. She was still mad at him for testing her the other day by breaking up with her.

She pouted avoiding his gaze.

John went to her side and cupped her face. Then he tried to plant a kiss on her lips but she avoided him. She wriggled away from her grasp and put a distance between them.

"What---are we stranger now?" he asked in a hard tone.

"I hate you for breaking my heart when you break up with me the other night!" she screamed at him.

"Oh, G.o.d!" he groaned. "Are you still not over it? We have settled it already the same night. I ask for your forgiveness and told you that it"s just a test. Then we made love after. I thought it"s already settled between us?" he said.

She kept her mouth shut. She has no plan to play lovey-dovey with him today.

He saw that she was playing hard to get. He got angry again.

"Well, I hate you too because you canceled our wedding!" he shouted at her.

"Well, since we hate each other now, we might as well break up for good!" she said with finality in her voice.

Easy to say for her---huh? That didn"t sit well with John who works hard to bring the wedding into completion only to be ruined by her mother"s hospitalization in the last minute.

"You never really appreciate all my efforts. All I have been doing in the past month is running after you, chasing after you just to show you how much I love you! But you had taken everything for granted!" John yelled at her, his voice was full of pain, sadness, and sorrow.

"No. You"re wrong. I didn"t take you for granted. Just that maybe we are really not meant for each other," she said sadly.

"You even hooked up with that Jerome guy the next day after our wedding got canceled! How convenient, huh?" he said bitterly.

Catherine shook her head. "Jerome visited my mother, we are not hooking up for G.o.d"s sake! Stop accusing me of something that I didn"t do!" she said. "Fine, let"s break up then! Right now! I"m breaking up with you! Goodbye!"

John"s face was drained of color. He wasn"t expecting that she will break up with him today! talking about karma, the other day he was the one breaking up with her then now it"s her turn demanding break up with him. Now he knows how painful it is! He sighed deeply.

When John didn"t reply she walked towards the door to get out. But he was quick enough to block her before she reaches the door. He locked the door inside with his key and put the key inside his underwear, her eyes winded when she saw the key disappeared inside John"s shorts.

"W-what are you doing? Give me the key!" she demanded, red-faced.

John smirked naughtily way at her. "If you want to get the key, you know where to find me!" he sauntered towards the bedroom and closed it behind him.

Dang!

John was playing with her emotion again! She tried to insert her own key in the door"s keyhole but it won"t open up. Grrr! How to get out?

She walked to the sofa and turn on the flat TV screen. She scanned different channels on the television but nothing catches her attention. She sauntered to the fridge and got some cola to quenched her thirst. After drinking all the contents of the can, she threw it in the trash can.

She tiptoed slowly towards the bedroom and pushes the door slightly to take a peek of what he was doing. He already took off his polo s.h.i.+rt and was naked from waist up. She saw him holding a remote control and watching television inside the room. She closed back the door.

It"s his intention to locked her up inside, for how long only G.o.d knows. She went back to the sofa and curled up looking forward to taking a nap.

She must have fallen sleep soundly, "coz when John exited the bedroom and went to the fridge to get some drinks she didn"t stir from her position in the sofa while hugging a throw pillow to her chest.

John didn"t wake her up, he goes back to the bedroom still smirking.

When Catherine stirred from her sleep and saw the clock strikes at 5:00 PM, time to go home! She scrambled to her feet and went straight to the door to open it! But to her dismay, she remembered that the key was inside John"s underwear! She groaned.

She sighed and walked towards the bedroom. She pushed the door open and closed it behind her. She stared at his face, he looks like he was sleeping. She walked to his side get in the bed and started fondling at the zipper of his jeans to get the key. His eyes flew open...

"Give me the key!" she demanded.

"Find it. If you can find it then you can open the door if not then you won"t be able to go home tonight," he smiled at her.

She began unzipping his jeans, John was observing her fingers brus.h.i.+ng his manhood. Instantly he grows a b.o.n.e.r.

Catherine was able to lower his jeans, her eyes widened upon seeing his manhood bulging under his underwear, she choked on her saliva.

John was amused seeing her reaction at his hyperactive manhood, so cute!

Catherine was contemplating what to do next...she gathered her strength and inserted her fingers into the inside of his underwear, brus.h.i.+ng his stiff manhood in the process. John groaned in delight. Her fingers were brus.h.i.+ng continuously on his stiff rod that brought exquisite pleasure to him. She continues finding the key using her fingers but she failed to find it. Frustrated, she gets rid of his underwear and beholds his erection sprung into the air, she swallowed upon seeing his hard, stiff, long arousal.

"Like it Catherine?" he chuckled, amused.

"Pervert!" she hissed under her breath.